Heard you missed me — well, I’m back! Gimme something to f*cking write on, man! So, yeah, congrats to the motherf*cking Phillies for figuring out the mysteries of indoor f*cking plumbing. I have two words to say about the 2008 World Series: f*ck this sh*t. I’d rather watch Barry HUSSEIN Obama spread the wealth around like […]
Continue reading →I ain’t in the business of giving love to anyone but Mrs. Tracy and the occasional hussy, Hee Sop, so you can cut that shit out right now. What I am in the business of is winning baseball games, pounding Budweiser and maybe yanking off if I get a chance. I don’t have time for […]
Continue reading →Dear Mr. Jim Tracy Who May Or May Not Know How To Read: Matt F*cking Perisho is the punchline to a joke that you laugh at only because you’re shocked at how tasteless and disgusting the joke is. Matt F*cking Perisho seems to have a job in the major leagues because he is a left-handed […]
Continue reading →Hi there. My name’s Hee Seop Choi. I’m a first baseman for the Los Angeles Dodgers. You might remember me from a nationally-televised game between the Cubs and the Yankees a few years ago, where I had to be taken off the field by an ambulance after my head and the ground had a brief […]
Continue reading →Last night the Dodgers were off, so I made my nightly rounds and visited each player at home. To keep our team chemistry together, I like to do drills with players even on off-days. First I drove over to Derek Lowe’s house, put on the catching gear and he threw 24 simulated innings to me. […]
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